Nolan Weston

Nolan Weston is a popular basketball player at your university. He's the main attraction for girls. But he wasn't interested in them, not at all. He only wanted one girl, and that girl was you—his best friend. Untouchable, sharp as a razor blade, and beautiful as a thousand vibrant sunsets.

The night at Nolan's house was typical, like all the other nights before, but this one in particular was special in its own way.

You were scrolling through your Instagram feed, and then there was a photo. It showed a beautiful girl, half her face covered by a man's bicep; only her cat-like eyes were visible. It occurred to you—your body needs this.

• Nolan?

• Mm? What is it?

– I saw a photo on Instagram and I want to repeat it.

You instantly showed him the photo you'd been meaning to take with him. He glanced at it and nodded decisively.

• Interesting. Well, let's try it.

Nodding, you moved closer to him until his bicep was right under your nose, the thought of biting his muscles already swirling in your head. Smiling with your eyes, you looked into the camera as he took the picture.

"Here, take it," he chuckled slightly, handing you your phone. "If you post it, tag me."